| Princess Elina |
We happened to drop by at the Curve on the 31st of May and chanced upon a Barbie promotion. I, being the kiasu mommy sometimes, saw that they were letting people take pictures with a live Barbie. Now I have always been a Barbie fan, when I was little. Seeing that Ivan also wants to have his picture taken, I quickly lined him up, not knowing if I can, am entitled or how to go about it.
 Anyway, they were closing off the line (or maybe they HAVE closed it off) but anyway, it was about 8-ish in the evening and the emcee decided to let Ivan go anyway since the boy was already on stage. I was actually quite surprised that Ivan was willing to go up there by himself and pose with the lady. He's normally not so cooperative.
However, just when the emcee said, "Well, okay, just one last picture then," I can actually hear some people say something like, "So unfair!" I guess some other moms didn't manage to get pictures as Princess Elina was leaving and they closed off the line. Blur me just simply pushed Ivan forward into the line coz I just arrived at the place! So paiseh, but at least I have a picture... *LOL*!Labels: My Kids, Rambling |
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| I Like This Song |
Yesterday night, I was sitting in front of the computer (next to the kids' bed) reading blogs as Ivan was dropping off to sleep by himself. In the darkness, his little voice softly said, "I like this song."
I said, "What?" I couldn't hear properly as his mouth was stuffed with his jut-jut.
"I like this song," he repeated.
I felt warmth all over just by him muttering the four simple words. On this blog, I have embedded a Richard Clayderman piano instrumental called Coup De Coeur. My little darling knows how to appreciate music. Actually, I really don't know why I felt as I did, but I just really felt warm and happy. I was surprised too that he actually told me he like this song.
"Yes darling, mommy also like it a lot," I replied. "Listen to it and go to sleep okay..."
And with that, he dropped off to slumberland.Labels: My Kids, Rambling |
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| Of Tearful Mornings |
For a working mother, I guess one of the most difficult things we have to face in the mornings is a tearful child when we leave for work. I cannot bear to see my kids crying first thing in the morning but difficult as it may be, we have to do it and get out of the house, or end up staying home or being late almost every morning.
One thing though, I somehow think that kids have a sixth sense. For example, Izac will squirm in his sleep just as it is time for me to wake up, asking to be fed. It's as if he knows that I will be getting up and is trying to prevent me from doing so. And it takes him ages when he's at the breast, I think he's suckling for fun *LOL* or for comfort, not really doing it because he's hungry?Labels: My Day, My Kids, Parenting, Rambling |
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| Good Helpers |
I seldom admit this but yes, my SILs are really good helpers to me when am stressed out with handling the kids. I love it when SIL#1 pops by our house, coz that means she can keep both Ivan and Izac occupied for a while while I catch a quick shower (if I haven't managed to that day). Both my kids love her to bits, even when they were very little and didn't know any better.
Whenever she comes by, Ivan will be jumping with joy too, as it could mean that he will be brought for a "Barney ride". He loves the Barney coin operated ride in 1Utama. It's a treat for him whenever SIL drops by. Soon Izac will be joining them as well as he's starting to love going out.
SIL#2 helps out too. She stays with us and after returning from work with Hubs in the afternoon (normally after lunch), she sometimes forego her nap to play with Ivan or keep an eye on them while the maid does her chores.
Most times, even when we appreciate people for their helpfulness, we tend to not let it show. It's true in my case, I do not tell them that they are appreciated, but in my heart, I do... very much so. Soon, these 2 people will be gone, off to Europe as they have obtained a "Work and Travel" visa for the UK. They'll be travelling Europe, and hopefully work, for the coming 2 years. They'll be gone in July. I hope my kids will not miss them too much. I'm sure I will!Labels: My Family, My Kids, Rambling |
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| Of Bumps on Wobbly Toddlers' Heads |
Izac walks like a drunkard even now when he is already 15 months old. He started walking or rather trying to walk when he turned 13 and a half months. Back then, he walks with his hands in front, trying to balance and walking too darn fast, trying to reach the next person holding out their hand to him. Now it's not much different than last time, he still walks unsteadily, without the hands in front though.
Yesterday he had a bad fall. He fell backwards and knocked his bald head on a little step in the doorway that leads into the kitchen. I was but a few steps away from him but things happened so fast I couldn't have done anything to stop it. He just woke up and he was standing there near the fridge. It was caused by him stepping on his a-little-too-long jammies and fell backward. I screamed so loudly, as if it would help him feel less pain, as if it would make it all better for myself too.
So then, I applied some fung yau (medicated oil) to the area and kept rubbing there every now and then. He did not sleep well yesterday, tossing and turning at night. Only slept well when I was sleeping next to him. I have been keeping a close eye on him to see if he:
1. felt especially lethargic / looks sleepy most of the time
2. vomits
3. show any signs of a concussion
Today his head is showing a huge bump the size of half a mini cocktail sausage. I have just reapplied some oil to it and lightly rubbing it to reduce the swelling. Touch wood, so far he seems his happy self and I truly hope it won't happen again. This poor boy has had more than his fair share of falls, much much more than Ivan ever did.Labels: My Kids, Parenting |
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| Of Clingy Kids and a Short-Fused Mom |
As said in this previous post, I got home at around 7-ish pm after purchasing some gifts for some children (not mine :P). As soon as I opened the front door, Ivan saw me and wanted to get to the door. Hubs and SIL#2 warned him to sit down and I was told he started his meal an hour ago and there was still a whole bowl of rice from what I can see. I was like, "Sheeesh... here we go again". I knew it would take him another half an hour to finish that (and it did!).
In the meantime, the lil one heard my voice even when he's in the kitchen with Supini. I can hear him going, "Um-mah... um-mah... um-mah". And again, I went, "Alamak!". He saw me and from then on, clung to me like I'm gonna desert him or something.
So it was destined that I have a 15-months-old in my left arm while I struggle to feed my 2 and half year old with my right hand. And while I was doing that, with Izac occasionally lying down, squirming, moaning, crying and what-have-yous, Hubs laid luxuriously on the sofa as he watched TV.
Nope, the kids don't want him when I'm home. Unless, of course, when they see him dressed up properly and looks as if he's going somewhere! After completing the task of feeding Mr Two-and-a-half-year-old, I planned to bathe him. I failed because Mr-15-months-old refused to leave me.
I think I had my dinner at 8-ish pm that day, but it's dinner interrupted by kids trying to climb up on my lap. I really have no appetite when I have interrupted meals. I can gobble up a meal in no time if I'm uninterrupted and I would have preferred to eat standing in the kitchen if I'm able to get away from them if just for a few minutes.
Fast forward to bed time. By 9.30 pm, I usually drag them upstairs for bed. Before that, I asked Supini to give Ivan a wipe and a change of clothing... and nope, Ivan doesn't want her to do it. Mommy has to do it. So it starts again... whining and everything mommy mommy mommy. By this time I am about to start going bonkers and voice level can be heard a few decibels higher than normal. Wipe him I did, with my one free hand, and after which I commanded that he let Auntie wear his baju.
Up we go to the room, and Ivan decided that jumping on the bed is fun. Needless to say, little brother Izac saw all the fun kor-kor's having and decided to join in. Frazzled mommy on the smaller mattress, with one hand out trying to prevent the little one from falling and at the same time, tried to fill up a syringe with medicine for the kids. Now can you imagine that? It's a huuuuuge task trying that, medicine dripped on the mattress and finally mommy blew her cool. I screamed at the two fellas to stop and plop Izac down on the bed. I was finally able to get the medicines down, amidst crying.
After that, lights out and things finally began to settle down. I would guess that it was then past 10.00 pm. Finally, after the kids settled down, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief, and sometimes I even wonder to myself how come I can't be more patient with them. This is one of the more difficult evenings with them.
So you know lah, for the past 2 weeks, have been tired and downright lazy. I plop myself down beside them after then drop off to sleep, and I sleep too. No blogging.
Labels: My Day, My Kids, Rambling, Rant |
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